Our lips are pleadingly and daintily blooming against one another. My eyelids closed a long time ago, but I can still feel his vigorously appealing gaze sweeping across my face. Due to the impending malfeasance, my heart is loudly thumping with the sound of rejoicing. Although it shouldn't be, it is. This burning urge shouldn't be there, but it is. In his arms, I shouldn't be feeling this frail and convulsing, yet I do. Nothing is under my control, not even the sin that is beckoning to me. I cannot control my urge. I am fully cognizant that everything about this is all wrong, yet it's just so compelling. This is extremely difficult for me to resist. I can't... Any other idea escapes my mind as he aggressively yet gently places his lips against mine. Right now, the only thing I want is to taste this sweet sin, to fully squish in his kisses.I exclaim with excitement as I open my mouth to finally taste him, glad that the dreadful longing won't last long as I am about to quench it. He
We saunter into what I presume to be his room, and he makes his way into the bathroom at the far end. As my feet make contact with the cold tiles, he makes no suggestions still, leaving me feeling a little letdown. He retains me in his arms, and I have no doubt that he is aware of the longing expression of desire on my face. Since he seems to be moving so slowly, I pull his face to mine and force our lips together. I can't wait any longer to taste him.Glorious! Sweet! Heavenly! He is a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, with a topping of cream.I wanted to demonstrate to him how skilled I am at kissing, but we only manage one fucking lengthy kiss before he abruptly pulls away.Like, what the freaking fuck?I mean, excuse me!I'm I such a lousy kisser that he had to stop just after the first one? Is there something wrong with my mouth, my breath, or something? I anticipated that his arms would stroke every inch of my body as soon as we sauntered here, his tongue exploring every corner
"Look at me, Ellie!" His call in a roguish voice freezes my groans, and his coercive thrusting abruptly stops, causing me to jerk.I peel my eyes open to meet his frosty, menacing ones.We are in the nth round of steaming hot violent sex, and I should be sobbing. It was the sixth round when I last checked, which was approximately an hour ago. He is acting like a frenzied beast, and I am incapable of stopping him. I am powerless beneath him. The only thing remaining is him tying me to this bed and shoving his cock up to my core. "Damian, please!" I strain with my labored breathing and the discomfort of my soreness down there. I feel like my walls have broken already.I'm fully aware that when I erroneously howled that idiot's name, I bruised his ego. I hurt him. I get it, but if castigating me was all he needed to stroke his ego, shouldn't he be satisfied by now? This is too much."I want you to keep your eyes on my face as I fuck that bastard's name out of your brain and don't," he p
"Good evening!" I lay over in the cozy bed while his voice reverberates in my ears. I open my eyes to the sight of him seated next to me, his face buried in his laptop."Good...evening! Is it really evening?" Pulling myself up, I ask, checking through the open curtain to make sure it is indeed evening. The sun indeed seems to be fading away ushering in the darkness. Is that how long I slept? And during the day? Another world wonder! I don't vaguely recall ever dozing off in the middle of the day. It's true that I occasionally feel dizzy and worn out, and I end up nestling myself underneath the covers in the hopes that I would eventually fall asleep, but all I ever do is wish and hope while tossing and turning in bed until I get sick of never being able to sleep and annoyably drag my ass out of bed. I don't think I'm changing, the world must be."Aah...done! Yes, it is." He says, setting the laptop aside to focus on me. His remarkable abs and biceps are still o
I'm spending my penultimate last day at Damian's place, and all I can say is that I have had the most incredible time. He is an empathetic true gent, a terrific cook who I would not mind sticking around wist to continue receiving free cooking lessons from, and a snazzy weirdo knight that any lady would want to go out with, which is what I am doing right now. He is a polished knight in shining armour - amazing in everything. Nevertheless, I must leave his home and start all over. We'll still stay in touch, primarily because I'll be living a few blocks away from him and also, because I don't want to lose the only companion I have in this new city. A friend indeed. He has earned that emblem in that one week I have spent with him.Since my house is ready thanks to all the support he gave me, including moving my stuff there, I made the decision to treat him tonight - a show of gratitude. I adore his cooking and the tranquility of his home, but today I did something different. I took him ou
I finish arranging the breakfast on the well-spread red-themed table, the outcome of what kept us awake until two in the morning glimmering at me - the chocolate cake. I feel like digging into it right now.More than baking, we truly had great fun last night. We played with the flour and the mixture in the kitchen like toddlers, and it was all so fabulous. We chatted, cracked up, made fun of each other and did a lot of crazy stuff together, some of which I'm gonna have to keep a secret for now. Wink! As I wait for him to finish getting ready for work, I am standing next to the table and pondering why it is taking him so long to scour those always-clean abs. Huh, me and my delusions. For my own good, I'm way too enamored by him. I'm slobbering over this cake while also being sceptical and apprehensive about whether my tea will be as sweet as him - I mean, as his. I hope I used the adequate quantities of the ingredients. I'm trying my hand at cooking for him for the first tim
I am trembling as I wait for the unknown receiver on the other end. My eardrums are beginning to itch from all these hundreds of calls I have made.Goodness!"Good evening! This is Sonia from La Classic Hotels. How may I help you?" Finally, they picked?I calm myself down and steady my breathing."Hello. My name is Ellie Marrie. I am calling about the marketing job vacancy in your hotel. Is the slot still open?" I ask anxiously."Yes, miss. The applications close tomorrow at six in the morning so you still have time to email your resume." She replies."Okay. Miss. I'll send it immediately." I mumble joyously."Alright. Just submit to the email on the website and I will add you to the list of interviewees once I have received your submission. The interview is set for Wednesday. Please don't forget to attach a letter of recommendation from your previous employer. Good luck!"I bang the phone furiously on the table. I mean, come on! Why the hell do they
I am wearing a crown of confidence and a cheerful demeanour as I stroll into the building. To my surprise, the hotel doesn't appear to be as tiny and inexpensive as the advertisement suggested. It's quite a high-class hotel Although it is not a five-star hotel, it isn't as low-brow as I had envisaged. I'm sorry, but it seems like the boss is merely stingy and exploits the workers. All the same, I need employment. The little dimes they are offering, though small, will be just crucial as long as I pocket them monthly. After being checked out at the entrance and being told to go to the hall, I tightly clutch my résumé to my chest and walk into the elevator.Walking out of the elevator, I tap my feet on the sparkling tiles in the direction I was directed to. I get to the door and knock gently, and after a voice ushers me in from the inside, I push the door open.I stride in, but I get glued-thunderstruck on the spot! Like, how many vacant slots were stated on the website? Only one, right